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laurenairay · 2 years

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breathe me in, breathe me out - JT Compher

Summary: a reunion with JT at a summer wedding brings you more than you could have ever expected.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: fluff, mild pining, summer wedding.

A/N: this is my entry for @antoineroussel’s summer fic exchange, and I have written this JT Compher fic for @fallinallincurls! I really hope I captured everything you asked for Bre, and I hope even more than you love reading it as much as I loved writing it!

Fic title from Watermelon Sugar, by Harry Styles.

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“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” – Maya Angelou

Weddings were a complex thing. Fundamentally, they should be easy, simple, celebrations of love. But often they were so much more than that; the stress of organising the ‘perfect day’, choosing who to invite and who not to invite, things going wrong, items not arriving, last minute cancellations, bad weather and so many more things that can effectively ruin what should be the happiest day of two people’s lives, starting them off on that new chapter together.

Over the past few years, you’d watched more and more friends getting married, helping out with all the planning and preparations, so when it came to helping out with your brother’s upcoming wedding, you were at least prepared for all the things that could go wrong. Your brother’s fiancé was (thankfully) fairly laidback compared to some brides you’d been around before, but even then there were some tears when there were complications with the flower orders and arguments over the seating plans. There were more than a few stressful moments that you’d had to deal with personally, as the only sister of the groom and the only non-related bridesmaid of the bride, but when the morning came on the big day, all you could see was how happy excited your brother was to marry her.

And that’s what mattered. Seeing him so in love, so happy, so excited for his future with her was all you cared about.

Waking up at the crack of dawn to head over to where the bride’s party were getting ready wasn’t your favourite idea, but you arrived with a tired smile and two trays of coffees, earning tired smiles in return. The bride’s father was a member of the local country club, which had its own venue area and private rooms (as well as its own mini hotel), so this was where your brother’s bride had chosen to get ready before the cars picked you all up for the church (your brother and his groomsmen were getting ready in your family home). All of the other bridesmaids were sisters or cousins of the bride, so you were mostly left to your own devices – which suited you fine – giving you a chance to wake up slowly while your hair and make-up were done, sitting to the side of the room while the closer bridesmaids rushed around squawking.

If your only job today was to take candid sweet photos to send to your soon-to-be sister-in-law later, then that was fine. The less stress the better.

But eventually it was time. Your whole troupe of bridesmaids were primped and polished and perfect, and the bride…well, she was radiant. And it was her happy-nervous-excited smile that topped everything off, only making her look more beautiful. Your brother was a lucky man indeed.

“Ready to officially join our family?” you asked softly, smiling at the bride.

She huffed out a laugh, a little watery, a lot emotional, but nodded and smiled at you in return. “Yeah, I am.”

You just grinned at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before stepping back to let the procession to the cars take place.

If you were being honest, the ceremony sped by in a blur – all you could remember was your brother’s happy smile and happy tears. Thank god for the photographer. It wasn’t until your car was pulling back into the country club and the bridesmaids were all piling back into the rooms you’d gotten ready in this morning that you even took a moment to just breathe. The serious part of the day was over – now it was time to relax, have a drink or two, and party. That was your new sister-in-law’s intentions anyway, and you were determined to follow her wishes. Especially her idea to change into white sneakers for the reception; that was an idea of hers you were more than happy to do.

But it was as you walked through the reception hall, smiling and greeting old family friends on your brother’s side of the party, that you saw someone you weren’t expecting.

“Mom, I didn’t know JT was coming,” you murmured, trying to be subtle as you glanced at him out the corner of your eye.

“Oh you know how it is, honey – your brother invited all the neighbours we’re close friends with, especially those with the boys he grew up with, and the Comphers are on that list. We just weren’t sure if JT would be able to make it with his hockey season and the cup win, and, well, that’s not something you can ever truly plan for this time of year, is it?” she explained with a smile.

She had a point, sure – but maybe if you’d had a little heads up, you would’ve been able to prepare yourself for how good he looks with that beard. Like, damn. Hockey championship wins looked good on him. No, focus, don’t be a creeper.

“Do make sure to go and say hello to them later, yes? I know you and JT always got along when you were younger too,” she added, before wandering off.

More like you were the awkward younger sister and JT was always super nice to you, but close enough. You bit your bottom lip briefly, trying to think of what you’d even say to him (‘congrats on the cup, bud, how’s your life been for the past eight years?’), when he turned his head and caught eyes with you. And immediately started walking over to you, big smile on his face, sending your stomach erupting in butterflies. How had you forgotten how handsome he was? From 18 to 27, he’d only gotten more attractive, especially with how he’d obviously grown in confidence, that ease in his walk and his body language, and it was all you could do not to melt as he stopped in front of you.

“I can’t believe how long it’s been since I last saw you,” he said with a soft smile.

“Hello to you too,” you laughed, fighting the heat that wanted to rise to your cheeks.

A light flush rose to JT’s cheeks, making you smile even more, even as your traitorous heart started beating a little faster. You’d thought that you would’ve been able to get over your childhood crush on him by now – it had been so many years, after all – but apparently not. Who could blame you though, when he smiled at you like that?

“You look amazing, by the way,” JT said, smile turning a little shy.

“Oh thanks! The bridesmaids’ dresses were a great choice, right?” you grinned.

“Great for you, definitely,” he nodded.

The butterflies in your stomach swarmed with a vengeance, but you tried to ignore them. A little light flirting meant nothing. Right?

The two of you ended up sitting nearby, just talking, catching up about everything and anything that had changed since he left to play ice hockey, which turned out to be a lot. Everything from you going through college, starting a career, moving out into your own apartment, to JT going through the AHL and making it into the NHL, the highs and lows of professional hockey, and of course his Stanley Cup win. He only knew his family and your immediate family here tonight, and while you knew a few more than that you still knew less than half, so you didn’t feel bad about monopolising his time – JT certainly seemed happy enough to stay by your side. Time had flown by, both over the last eight years and tonight, and before you realised it, the two of you had been talking for a few hours, and were only broken out of your little bubble by the DJ announcing the last slow dance of the night.

“Would you, uh, maybe want to dance with me?” he asked hesitantly.

The hope in his eyes gave you hope of your own, stupid ridiculous hope, and you found yourself nodding, JT just smiling as he took your hand and led you onto the outskirts of the dancefloor.

At last, My love has come along, My lonely days are over, And life is like a song.

What a song. As the two of you swayed in time with the music, in time with everyone else paired up on the dancefloor, you found yourself staring up into his pretty brown eyes, him watching you back with the softest smile on his face. And even though you’d spent the last few hours talking, not a single word was spoken as you danced, one of his hands on your hip and the other clasping one of yours, while your free hand rested on his chest. It was sweet, and it was intimate, and it was soft, none of the things you ever thought you’d experience with JT. All those childhood fantasies and hopes came bubbling back to the surface, and just this once you allowed yourself to live in them, floating like you were on a cloud.

As much as you didn’t want the moment to end, you knew it had to, even though it made your heart ache to step away from him. Thankfully, you knew that the reception would be ending soon, and you would be able to go and bask in the sweetness of the evening in your own room, savouring each moment you’d shared with him in secret, in private. The two of you stayed silent as JT walked you over to the bar, getting you a bottle of water each, and it wasn’t until he took his first sip that he started talking again, murmuring a joke about a man walking past that had you almost spitting your own water back out. And just like that, your conversation started up all over again, people drifting in and out of your bubble, but for you everything was focused on JT. How could it not be?

“Are you staying here tonight? Or are you in the group of taxis back into town?” you asked, smiling up at him as you noticed a small set of people gathering by the doors.

“Ah, thankfully my mom booked us all a room before playoffs even started, so I’m staying here,” JT grinned, “I’m guessing you’re staying here too?”

“Yeah that’s right. Third floor,” you nodded.

“No way, us too! Good to know that I can walk you back tonight,” he said softly.

Walk you back? Oh, walk you back to your room? The very thought of him escorting you upstairs made your cheeks heat up, and although he raised an eyebrow as he noticed, JT didn’t comment on your reaction, which you could only be grateful for.

The two of you stayed by the bar, the few last family members who were staying in the country club hotel suites chatting with you too, until your mom wandered over, looking a little glassy-eyed but happy.

“We’re heading up to the rooms now – are you coming?”

You shook your head with a smile, holding up your half-full glass. “I’ll just finish my drink before heading up.”

She nodded, smiling at both you and JT, before walking away again. It was strange that she hadn’t said anything or even implied anything about JT being by your side all night, but you weren’t going to complain. It was probably a perk of him being a long-time family friend – it wasn’t like JT was a stranger who was going to take advantage of you. Just an insanely attractive guy that had been more than happy to spend a whole evening with you.

That wasn’t something you wanted to think about while he was standing next to you, so close that you could feel his body heat through his jacket.

Eventually though, it was time to head to the hotel suites, when both of you had finished your drinks. There weren’t many people left to say goodbye to, but you waved cheerfully and kissed cheeks as you passed people you knew, JT staying silent by your side until the two of you reached the elevators.

“Thank you for letting me stick to your side all night,” he mused, loosening his tie a little around his neck.

“Are you kidding? That’s the most fun I’ve had at a wedding in ages,” you grinned.

“Yeah?” he said, blushing again, offering you a sweet smile.

Oh he really was so cute.

“Yeah, JT. It was great spending some actual time with you after all these years,” you nodded, smiling back at him.

The last thing you wanted was for this sweetheart to think he’d been a burden or annoying, because that was so far from the truth. It wasn’t like you were lying – it really was the most fun you’d had at a wedding, and it was all because of him.

When the elevator stopped at your shared floor, JT gestured for you to head out first like the gentleman he was, quickly joining you to walk along the corridor. But as you got closer to your room, unmissable noises got louder and louder, until you realised that your next door neighbour for the night had a partner with her…and they were clearly having incredibly athletic sex. Damn it.

“What’s the likelihood they will finish in the next 5 minutes?” you winced.

JT just grimaced at a particularly loud moan. “Like, 0.1%?” he offered.

You just groaned, the groan echoed unintentionally by occupied room, making you both laugh despite the frustrating situation.

“If you want, and I’m not trying to be skeevy here, but I have two beds in my room? I’m at the other end of the corridor so you won’t hear them, and you’re more than welcome to have the other bed if you want to actually get some sleep?” he said.

His eyes were wide and earnest, although they narrowed in annoyance as the banging of a headboard started in the silence. If he thought there was any chance of you not agreeing to that, he had another thing coming. Sharing a room with JT? Hell yes. Even if it was totally innocent, he had no idea what that offer was doing to you. Sure, you’d been looking forward to basking in the fairytale that the reception had been, but this was way better.

“I will absolutely take you up on that. Let me just get changed into pyjamas?” you said, smiling.

“Oh, yeah, of course. Uh, I’m in room 310. I’ll see you soon?”

You just nodded, sending him a thankful smile, before you opened your hotel door. Somehow the sex noises were even louder in here, and you grimaced, turning your head to see JT already grimacing too, before he laughed a little sheepishly.

“Yeah don’t subject yourself to that for long. I’ll see you in a few minutes,” he mused.

Wasting no time, you stripped out of your beautiful bridesmaid’s dress and hung it up in the wardrobe, and quickly pulled on your pyjamas. After brushing your teeth, scrubbing your make-up off and letting down your fancy up-do, all you needed to do was grab your phone charger and phone before heading back out of the room. The noises hadn’t lessened in the slightest while you were getting ready for bed, and to be honest, if JT hadn’t offered you his spare bed, you don’t know what you would’ve done.

The blessings for this guy just kept on coming.

Especially as JT answered the door shirtless. You found yourself freezing slightly, eyes planted on his sculpted chest, before heat rushed to your cheeks as you broke out of your stupor, only to find JT blinking as if he’d done the same. Was he…was he as affected as you were? Well, that was something to think about, you know, when you were eventually alone again.

“Thanks for letting me stay in here,” you murmured, as you plugged your phone in to charge.

There were plenty of photos to put on Instagram, but that was a job for tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow. In this moment, you just wanted to enjoy this extra time you had with JT – you didn’t want to waste any of the time that he was looking at you and smiling at you staring at your phone instead. Not a chance.

“Oh you don’t have to thank me. There’s literally no way I would’ve been happy with you trying to sleep with all of that going on next door,” he laughed, shaking his head.

“Well I’m still going to thank you,” you mused, rolling your eyes fondly, “it’s been a long day and I definitely need my beauty sleep.”

JT bit his bottom lip, as if he was trying to think whether to say something or not, before he exhaled, not saying a word. What was he holding back? You frowned slightly but didn’t push him – you sure as hell didn’t want him to pry into your own thoughts after all.

“Good night, JT,” you said softly, snuggling down under the covers.

“Good night,” he murmured, smiling over at you, “See you in the morning.”

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed was disorientating to say the least. Luckily you didn’t have much of a headache from all the drinks you’d had last night, silently thanking JT for all the water he kept ordering for the two of you. Oh damn, JT. You quickly lifted your head, easily spotting his fluffy red hair in the neighbouring bed, and bit your bottom lip as you cheeks heated up. Last night wasn’t a dream. You really had stayed in JT’s room overnight, after a whole evening spent by his side. And you weren’t dreaming, not a chance.

All of a sudden, your phone started ringing, loud and obnoxious, earning you a groan from the guy next to you as he woke up. Mom. What did she want? And why so early?

“Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your door?”

Oh damn, that was the last thing you’d expected.

“Brittany-Louise had a very loud bed partner as I headed back to my room last night, so JT offered the second bed in his hotel room,” you explained, wincing.

“He offered…in his room… you didn’t sleep wi-”

“No, it was very kind of him to offer the spare separate bed in his room,” you interrupted, willing away the heat rising on your face.

It was blatantly obvious that JT was listening to the conversation, but you desperately tried to keep your cool. The last thing you wanted was for him to think that your mom thought you’d slept with him. Definitely not after how sweet he’d been last night.

“Well that boy always was a gentleman. Is he staying for breakfast in the club restaurant?”

“I don’t know, let me ask,” you replied.

You pulled the phone away from your ear, pressing it to your chest as you smiled at JT sheepishly. “So, um, my mom wants to know If you’re having breakfast downstairs too?”

JT’s eyes went wide in realisation at who were talking to, but he just nodded. “Yeah I was planning on it. I think my parents and Jesse are too.”

Oh good. You smiled at him, before putting the phone back up to your ear. “Yes he will be.”

“Okay good, both of you can meet us down there when you’re ready. I will be having a word with Brittany-Louise’s mom in the meantime.”

You end the call with a wince at your mom’s abrupt tone, laughing softly at JT’s confused face. “Well Brittany-Louise is going to get an earful, and we’ve been summoned for breakfast,” you explained.

“To be fair, she gave you an earful last night,” JT grinned, making you groan, “and breakfast sounds good to me. We can head down together if you want?”

You bit your bottom lip as JT sat upright in bed, the bedsheets slipping away to reveal his thickly-muscled chest all over again, and it took all your concentration not to blush. Somehow he looked even better than you remembered last night. “Yeah, I’d like that. I’m literally just going to having a quick wash and brush my teeth before throwing on a dress so I won’t take long?”

“Perfect, see you soon,” he said, smiling softly.

You sped through a quick body wash in your own shower, throwing on a simple blue dress and a little mascara, and you were just slipping into your shoes when there was a knock on the door. Opening it with a smile, you saw JT standing there in a plain tshirt and jeans, looking unfairly fresh and awake. He did also look a little stunned though, making your smile slide into a light frown, before he seemed to break out of his thoughts by shaking his head.

“Wow you look amazing,” he murmured.

“I’m not wearing anything special,” you said confused. It was just a simple old dress?

“Doesn’t mean it isn’t true,” he said, shrugging, although a fierce blush spread across his cheeks - which he clearly felt burning, so he turned away. “We should probably head down.”

“Oh jeez yeah, definitely don’t want my mom sending up a search party,” you laughed.

The look of fear on JT’s face made you laugh, and that seemed to break the awkward tension between the two of you.

When the two of you reached the club’s restaurant, JT’s family weren’t down there yet, so he sat next to you on the tables that your mom and aunt had pulled together. You grinned to yourself when you noticed how mortified Brittany-Louise looked, JT snickering when you told him. The two of you ordered your food with little fanfare, and although you were mostly in conversation with other people while you waited for your breakfast, every time you glanced over at him, he was already looking at you.

That had to mean something, right?

By the time you’d finished eating (JT’s family finally having joined the big group), there were a few people ready to head back to their rooms too, so you and JT headed back with them, even though you wished you could’ve spent just that little bit more time alone with him. Just that little bit more, before you were separated to see him again who knows when. Eventually though, you reached your room, the rest of your group continuing on down the corridor.

“I guess this is where I leave you,” he murmured, as the two of you remained the last people in the corridor.

You knew he had to pack his bags. You knew you had to pack your bags. But that didn’t mean you want this time with him to end. So you took a deep breath, hoping your smile wasn’t shaky.

“Kinda wish we had more time,” you said softly.

The moment the words left your lips, your breath hitched in your throat, and you tried not to wince. What if you were reading everything wrong? What if the fantasy really had all been in your head?

But then JT smiled, ever so lightly, and the tension melted from your body. That soft smile wasn’t one he gave out often, you knew that much. So maybe you weren’t the only one who felt this way, that there was something worth exploring between the two of you.

“Then maybe we should do this again some time. Dinner, drinks, breakfast the next morning,” JT said smoothly, “Just maybe without all your family around.”

Definitely without your family. But oh wow, he wanted to take you out on a date? JT wanted to take you out on a date?

“I’d really like that,” you said, smiling shyly.

JT’s soft smile shifted into a confident grin, sending a sharp jolt through your body and heat rushing to your cheeks, both of which you ignored as he handed his phone over to you to put your phone number in. He stayed silent as you typed, just keeping that intense stare in you, not helping the rush in your body at all. And the moment you handed his phone back, he started typing himself, until you felt your own phone buzz in your handbag. Ah, smart. Very smart.

“I’ve got some pr team things to do the next couple of days, but I’ll call you? Are you free on Friday?” he asked hopefully.

For him, for this? You’d make sure you were. But he didn’t have know that. Not yet.

“I’m sure I can work something out,” you said simply, smiling innocently.

JT’s eyes flashed with something a little more heated in response, sending a shiver down your spine. Damn, how was that possible? How did he have such an effect on you like this?

He must have seen something in your eyes, must have felt that same flash of heat because the next thing you knew his hand cupped your cheek, and he took two seconds to search your face for a reaction before he leant down and took your lips in a kiss. You made a soft noise of surprise before you could stop yourself, but you wasted no time in clutching at his T-shirt, kissing him back just as intently, JT making his own soft noise in return. You lost yourself in his kisses, desperately glad in the back of your mind that no one else was in the corridor, but far too consumed by the feeling of his lips on yours, how soft his beard was against your skin, the way his tongue lightly brushed your tongue, how this was all so much yet not nearly enough. Then he pressed you lightly into the door, tearing a quiet noise from your throat, making the embrace all that more intense before suddenly breaking the kiss and stepping away, breathing just as heavily as you were.

“I’ll see you Friday,” he said, his voice a little rough, his eyes a little wild.

You just nodded, head still spinning slightly as you watched him walk down the corridor to his own hotel room. Did that really just happen? Were you still dreaming? No, there was no way that you could’ve dreamt the way his beard felt against your skin, the way his lips perfectly fitted with your lips. No way. The moment that you stepped into your own room and closed the door behind you, your fingers drifted up to your mouth, lightly brushing over the slightly swollen lips in a daze.

Friday couldn’t come soon enough.

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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Already Ready to Go - JT Compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f)

Summary: A smutty rendition of vacation date night with JT Compher.

Word Count: 4.7K

Author’s Note: Inspired solely by Miss Syd Bad herself for posting that heinously sexy photo of her boyfriend at dinner in Newport Beach. Even if you’re not a country fan I highly recommend pregaming this fic with ‘Gettin’ You Home’ by Chris Young (sorry in advance tho ‘cause it’s twangy.) Title from Dan + Shay. S/O to @corneliaskates for the constant JT thirst and encouragement to continue my duty as an oracle for the sexy ginger gods. Also, this goes perfectly with @suitandtys's new mood board here!

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY) + a little bit of fluff. Language, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), a tiny bit of degradation, voyeurism/semi-public sex, creampie. You know, the usual.

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The summer that JT won the Cup was a whirlwind.

Normally, the off-season was time to reset, recharge, refocus before fall came and another hockey season began. Obviously, this summer was different — for all the best reasons, of course. Between the first night in Tampa, the parade and the subsequent week-long celebration in Denver, and his day with the Cup in Chicago, it was madness. Before you knew it, half the summer had gone by. While you weren’t complaining — winning the Stanley Cup made every bit of it completely worth it — the craziness of your schedules hadn’t allowed for much alone time with JT.

Fortunately, your boyfriend seemed to feel the same way, padding into the living room of your shared apartment one night, an airline app open on the phone in his hand.

“You ever been to Malibu?” he asked, plopping down on the couch by your feet.

Shaking your head ‘no’, you glanced up from the book you were reading to look at him expectantly.

“You wanna go?”

Interest piqued, you set your book down completely. “Just for fun?”

“Mmhmm,” he nodded. “Wanna get away with you. A little fun in the sun by the ocean?”

You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your face. Always caring and ever the doting boyfriend, you shouldn’t have been surprised that he could sense that you were feeling a bit deprived. You hadn’t brought it up, primarily because you felt a little selfish for coveting time with the man you loved, but you never stopped to think that even despite all of the excitement, he may have been feeling deprived of time with you, too.

Within an hour, your flight was booked, the hotel room had been reserved, and the countdown was on. Three weeks later, you were on a plane ready for a week full of nothing — just sun, sand, and your man.

The first day or two was just that — sleeping in, relaxing at the beach (even with JT planted firmly underneath the umbrella all day, he still managed to get burnt, though you’d be lying if the pink tinge on his cheeks wasn’t incredibly adorable), and lots and lots of food.

Before you left, you’d compiled a list of restaurants you wanted to eat at — because, obviously. Most of them you knew you’d manage to hit for lunch, but the one you were most excited for was Geoffrey’s. Between the picturesque views, the romantic ambiance, and the to-die-for menu, you knew it would be the perfect vacation date night spot.

Geoffrey’s day arrives, and you leave your post by the pool early to allow yourself extra time to get ready. JT, needing much less preparation time, is quick in the bathroom beside you before he retreats to the couch to allow you uninterrupted space.

“Jesus Christ, babe,” he whistles lowly when you emerge from the bedroom, pinning your earring in place. “You look… wow.”

It’s only then that you look at him — really look at him — and your thoughts echo his words, only a little bit more explicit. He’s wearing a crisp white button up, the top button undone to reveal some of his creamy skin smattered with dark hair. You’re thankful he’s a guy who knows how to wear shorts, fitted and a short enough inseam to show off the cut muscle of his quad. His hair, you know, is meticulously styled, his thick beard neatly trimmed and recently landscaped.

Simply put, he looks downright edible. You gaze at each other, admiring the way the other cleans up, and the tension in the room is suddenly thick with desire.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you reply, eyeing him appreciatively. “Sexy ginger king is fucking hot.”

He laughs, his internet nickname familiar. Taking a step closer to you, JT extends his hand for you to take, spinning you around so he can get a full 360 degree view of the pink slip dress you’re wearing, a slit parting at your mid-thigh.

“Fuck, you look good,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. He tugs you close to him, and you can see the heat in his eyes before he leans in to kiss you. Instantly, there’s a spark, a flame lit and burning blue despite the chaste nature of the kiss. His hands grip your waist a bit tighter, earning a soft hum from you as your tongue meets his.

Your makeout is heated, eventually shifting when he gradually walks you backwards until you feel your back hit the edge of the counter. He feels it, too, and grips your sides to lift you onto it, settling between your legs before immediately reattaching his lips to yours.

JT’s hand has just started to trail to your ass, fingers digging into the globe, when his phone sounds loudly in his pocket, interrupting the moment and ruining it entirely. He groans, pressing his forehead against yours before chasing your lips again, as if he’s torn between checking his phone or ignoring it.

“You should get that,” you whisper against his lips, body yearning for his when he tears himself away to pull his phone out of his pocket. The heat from his body is gone, but yours feels like it’s on fire from where he touched you.

“Our reservation’s in 20 minutes,” he announces regretfully, holding up the calendar reminder on his screen.

“We should get going, then,” you say, though your pussy is screaming at you to stay; if you hadn’t made the reservations weeks ago, you probably would consider skipping it altogether.

You can feel the heat of his gaze, burning into your chest when his eyes make one more trip over your collarbones, like he’s having an internal debate on whether he should ravage you here or make your reservation. Ultimately, the logic beats out the desire, and he nods with a whine, extending a hand to help you hop down off the counter.

“J,” you breathe. “You might want to take care of that.”

You watch his brown eyes follow your line of sight, to the tent in the front of his shorts. His cheeks, already flushed from your kiss, grow rosier as he adjusts himself.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper, grabbing your purse. “I’ll take care of it for good, later.”

JT groans at the implication, muttering, “Should just stay here and fix it now.”

“And miss this reservation we made weeks ago?”

He rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. I guess we’ll go to this restaurant you’ve been dying to eat at. I think I’m a little offended you don’t want to stay here and fuck me, though.”

“Mr. Compher,” you laugh, “patience is a virtue. Maybe if you stop whining about it, I’ll let you fuck me on that balcony later.”

“If you keep talking like that, we aren’t gonna make that reservation.”

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The drive to the restaurant is tame, but torturous, the fire between you not fully dead, embers still glowing as his hand rests, scorching hot, on your thigh. Still, you manage to quell the ache between your thighs as you watch the palm trees pass rhythmically outside your window.

When you arrive, only 4 minutes late, the hostess takes you to a table on the patio, specifically requested in your reservation. It’s busy, but with the way the tables are spaced out, it still has a quiet and romantic ambiance, the hushed murmur of guests swallowed by the open air. The view is completely unmatched, overlooking the ocean with the salt in the air and the distant sound of waves crashing on the beach. As badly as you want to get railed by the man across the table from you, you’re glad you decided to go to dinner with him first.

Drinks are ordered, then appetizers, then dinner. The air is heavy with romance, twinkle lights strung above your heads giving a warmth to his skin. You’re not sure which view is better — the ocean, or JT, ultimately deciding it’s a title they can share.

You’re halfway through your glass of wine, admiring the architecture of the building, when JT speaks, his eyes warm as they gaze at you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

A dopey smile forms on your lips, shy and almost embarrassed at the compliment. “You’re pretty handsome, too, J.”

He hums, the dim flicker of the candle on the table masking the slight flush in his cheeks. His hand reaches across the table for yours, thumb rubbing across your knuckles in a feather-light touch. The moment is disgustingly sweet, but you have butterflies all the same, swarming in your chest under the warmth of his eyes.

His russet eyes flick to either side of you, then he leans in slightly to whisper, “I can’t wait to fuck that dress off of you, though.”

His words settle into your bloodstream, along with the wine. And maybe it’s the way the lights strike the contours of his face, or the heat of his hand in yours, but all at once the butterflies transform into desire, heating you from the inside out. The physical ache between your legs from before is back, fully throbbing and quickening the pace of your heartbeat. Your fingers itch to reach across the table and unbutton the remainder of his shirt, that small patch of skin tantalizing in the worst way.

“J,” you murmur, thighs rubbing together in an effort to quell the fire that’s fully ablaze in your belly.

“Hmm?” He’s looking at the drink menu again, combing over the expensive wines and dates that mean nothing to him as if he didn’t just murmur a filthy promise that ignited all of your earlier passions, a hot and heavy yearning consuming you across the table from him. He doesn’t glance up until you repeat his name, this time with a slightly more desperate edge. His eyes lock with yours and suddenly he understands everything you’re saying without saying it.

“Are you —?”

“Let’s leave.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He fishes in his back pocket for his wallet, pulling out a few Benjamins — far more than what your bill will be, his way of apologizing for leaving unannounced — and slamming them on the table. When he stands up somewhat abruptly, your table neighbors glance over at him, disturbed. He offers a small sorry before he’s tugging you along, weaving through the tables, out of the patio, and back to the car.

The drive back home is much more tense than your original, the heat almost palatable between you as his hand grips your thigh tightly. You pull his hand up to your lips, kissing each knuckle before you kiss your way up his arm. Shifting in the passenger seat, very illegally adjusting your seat belt, you lean over the center console so you can press your lips against his neck.

JT groans when you bite the skin teasingly. His knuckles are white, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Babe, stop, m’gonna — m’gonna crash the car if you keep doing that.”

“Well, hurry up and get me home then,” you whisper in his ear, hand slinking down between his legs to palm the erection that’s back in full force.

“Jesus,” he mutters, “you’re going to kill us both.”

Fortunately, traffic isn’t too bad, though one of the lights is red for so long you think JT might just drive on the sidewalk to get through the intersection. When his hand slips impatiently between your thighs, teasing your clit with the pad of his finger, you whine and cant your hips forward, arching into his touch.

His eyes tear themselves away from the road to glance at you, wrecked in the passenger seat beside him, legs spread wantonly with his hand snuck under the skirt of your dress. It’s a sight to behold, causing his dick to twitch in interest, desperately wishing he could split you open right then and there.

When you finally get to the parking lot of the hotel, you’re out of the car before JT’s even turned it off, walking quickly toward the entrance of the building. He’s hot on your heels, impatiently pushing the ‘up’ elevator button, his other hand gripping your waist tightly.

You squeal when he grabs a full handful of your ass as the doors open, pushing you inside and punching the 7 button. As soon as the doors slide shut, painfully slow, he’s on you, his lips attacking yours while his hands tug you impossibly closer to him. Your head is spinning from the desire and the heat and you can hardly think straight, only able to focus on the throb between your legs and the way his beard scratches against your jaw.

Vaguely, you’re aware of the lurch of the elevator followed by a ding to signal you’ve stopped. JT pulls away from you, torturously, and through the haze in your brain, you realize that another guest has gotten onto the elevator beside you. Offering a smile, you run a hand through your hair in a weak attempt to clean up what you know is an extremely disheveled appearance. You wonder if it’s as obvious as it feels to this stranger that you two are moments away from jumping each other’s bones. JT’s angled into your side, probably to conceal the rigid tent in his shorts, and you move your hand to your face to hide your amusement at the situation — definitely obvious.

The elevator finally comes to floor seven, and JT sends them a polite nod before he’s following you out. With a glance to ensure that nobody else is in the hallway, you take off in a run, and you hear him follow with a laugh, feet pounding loudly on the carpeted floor.

In theory, it makes sense that your room is all the way at the end of the hallway, a corner room with a private balcony. But now, when all you want — no, all you need — is to be in private behind closed doors with your boyfriend, it’s quite possibly the biggest inconvenience you’ve ever come across (#FirstWorldProblems, but your pussy doesn’t know what that means, and she wants what she wants; honestly, with the way JT looks, you can’t even blame her, either.)

It’s only when you finally reach the end of the hall that you realize the door is locked and that, in order to get inside and naked and thoroughly fucked, you need to unlock it.

Your hands fumble with your purse, trying to pull out the room key card tucked into your wallet, distracted by the way JT has his hard-on pressed into your ass, rutting against you. His lips are connected to the space where your neck meets your shoulder, hair pushed to the side to place searing kisses against the skin, pressed against the cool wood of the door, trying desperately to get it open.

“I’ll take you right here in the middle of the fuckin’ hallway if you don’t get this door open soon.”

A whine leaves your throat — the idea isn’t entirely awful, you think, though the thought is interrupted by the electronic beep of the door lock, green light signaling that the key card has finally done its job. JT’s hand reaches past yours to shove the door open, pushing you inside as it swings into the entry hallway.

He wastes no time in pressing you up against the wall, this time your shoulder blades digging into the surface, kissing you hot, raw, in a way that has your toes tingling. The door slams shut beside you, but you hardly notice with the way JT’s hands are roaming your body, searing through the silky material of your dress.

When his hands wander behind you, grabbing your ass with a rough squeeze, he clicks his tongue against his teeth, humming in satisfaction. “So wet for me you’ve soaked through this pretty dress of yours.”

“Mm — what?”

“Oh yeah, baby,” he murmurs, flipping you around so your face is pressed against the wall, your ass jutting out. He admires the view before pressing his hand against the spot in question. You can feel the heat of his hand through the thin material of your dress, and you can feel the dampness there. “Big mess right here. Probably ‘cause you didn’t wear any panties like a little slut.”

Your head falls forward, the panty lines excuse dying on your tongue when his finger runs through the slick fabric, probing you through it. He hums again, “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna ruin the dress, so you better be prepared to buy me a new one.”

JT chuckles in your ear, pressing just the tip of his finger into your pussy, the silk barrier preventing him from going deeper. “Buy you five new ones if you let me fuck you out of each one.”

“Why aren’t you fucking me now?”

“Patience is a virtue,” he says, repeating your words from earlier back to you. You whine in frustration, deeply regretting your choice of words. You’re temporarily appeased when he turns you back around to kiss you again, picking up exactly where he left off.

When he bunches up the fabric of your dress in his hand, resting on your waist, the cool air licks your burning skin. All at once you realize all at once how fucking hot you are, how hot he is pressed against you, igniting a blazing fire between your bodies. He’s not showing any signs of cooling down when his free hand dips between your thighs, smirking when he feels your gasp against his lips.

He doesn’t tease this time, instead quickly pushing two thick fingers into your aching slit. The action draws a moan from your throat, simultaneously relieving the throb and accentuating it when he pumps his hand.

“J,” you whine out, desperate, “need you. Don’t — don’t tease.”

“If I wasn’t seconds away from popping a blood vessel in my dick, I’d be teasing you for hours,” he whispers, hot against your jaw. “So fuckin’ hard for you, baby.”

“I like making you hard, J,” you say, innocent despite the fact that your words are anything but.

“And why is that, sweetheart?” His voice is velvet in your ear, fingers pressing deeper into you, curling upward to strike your sensitive spot. You gasp at the touch, hips jerking forward to get more. “Is it because you know it ends with you getting a dick in your needy little cunt? Is that it?”

“Fuck, JT –”

He hardly has to move before you’re coming around his fingers with a wail. It’s a high you have no choice but to succumb to, writhing against his hand. You can feel the way your walls contract around his digits, squeezing him tightly as the euphoria floods your system, all the way down to your fingertips and your toes. Vaguely, you register the feeling of JT’s lips against your neck, sucking a mark while your body trembles.

“Had no idea talking dirty could make you come like that,” he says with a smirk once you’ve regained your breath. He’s pleased with himself, and wildly turned on by your candor. “Shit, that was hot.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, and you’re already whining at the loss, ready for him to fill you up again. He does, except it’s his fingers pushed past your lips and into your mouth, the taste of your orgasm melting onto your tongue. You suck obediently, the way you would if it was his dick, the way you wish it was his dick.

JT growls, replacing his fingers with his tongue before he’s tugging you against his body. “Get out on the balcony, baby. Gonna eat this pretty little cunt.”

You pause to stare at him, as if to say, Out there?

“You’re the one who said I could fuck you on the balcony.”

“Fuckin’ — J —”

“Trying to, sweetheart, but you’re not out there, yet.”

Your legs feel like liquid, dragging them away from your place against the wall as you try to make your way out to the spot he’s proposed. The tingle from your orgasm is still floating through you, and the warm California air meets the wetness between your thighs when you lean forward against the balcony, turning your head to watch him following close behind.

“God damn, what a fucking sight,” he comments to himself, pausing to pull out his phone to take a photo of you, the palm trees and greenery a lovely backdrop. “Don’t worry, baby, you can’t even tell that your cum ruined that pretty dress.”

“Thought you said you were gonna fuck me,” you retort, wiggling your hips in a tactic that you know will get you what you want — him, back on you, touching your skin.

JT growls again. “Told you, wanna eat this perfect pussy first.”

He drops to his knees behind you, eyes locked on your ass. You feel his hands delicately pulling the skirt of your dress over the swell of your hips, slowly revealing your bare core and admiring the view. The heat of his breath fans over you, and you shiver under his heated gaze.

“You know,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss against one ass cheek, then the other, “I’m glad we skipped dinner, but I am starving.”

You can’t even roll your eyes at his cheesy pun, instead stifling a moan when his hands roughly squeeze the flesh of your ass. He takes his time appreciating your curves and the way your pussy is drooling just for him, before he’s leaning forward to press his tongue between your folds.

Your hands clutch the stone railing, knees almost instantly going weak when his mouth connects with your lower lips. He groans against you, breathing hotly against your core, his tongue lapping up your juices with unabashed fervor.

The work of JT’s tongue is sinful, euphoric, making lewd slurping noises against your sodden pussy. He knows exactly how to work you into a frenzy, drawing your peak closer and closer with each lave of his tongue. As incredible as it feels, it still isn’t scratching that itch, the one deep inside you that you both know can only be soothed by one thing.

“JT — J —” you choke. “Need — need you.”

“M’not confident I’m not gonna bust as soon as I’m inside that tight little pussy,” his voice is muffled against your center, self-deprecating but serious. “Gotta make you come like this, first.”

“J,” you whine. “Want you to fuck me, please. Don’t care if you come. I want you to come. Just need your cock in me, please.”

The low groan exhaled against you is almost enough to have you reaching climax. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, this beautiful goddess of a woman moaning just for him. “You’re gonna give me a fuckin’ complex begging for my dick like that.”

Preening in anticipation, you don’t even bother with a comeback when you hear the clink of his belt buckle followed by the soft whoosh of his pants falling to the ground. JT’s hand steadies your hip, the other stroking his aching dick before he’s brushing against your folds in a last attempt to tease.

“J,” you moan, carnal. He chuckles lowly behind you, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze.

The air between you is scorching, the desire entirely too much to bear now that you’re both so close to what you want. There’s a brief moment of silence, simply soaking in the last seconds of torturous anticipation before sweet, ultimate relief.

When he finally pushes in, your body shudders at the feeling of finally being filled, eyes rolling back at the sensation. Your head falls forward, leaning against the stone railing as he bottoms out with a groan. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you’re already ready to come, walls fluttering greedily around him.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Need — give me a minute. Y’r fuckin’ — so tight.”

Normally, you’d whine about the lack of movement, but you’re paralyzed at the feeling, too, perfectly content to just feel the way his cock stretches you in the most delicious way. Between the teasing and the buildup and your previous orgasm, you’re on fire from the inside out, your needy pussy reveling in the feeling of finally having him inside you after hours of desire. Your hand slides from the railing to dip between your thighs, pawing at your clit.

You can feel the way JT twitches inside of you, humming lowly at the sight. “Fuck, are you —?”

“Gonna come soon, J,” you mewl. “Please, fuck me, baby.”

JT musters up every ounce of strength he has to pull himself out, quickly pressing his hips forward in an uneasy rhythm. He’s chanting incomprehensible strings of expletives, prayers that he’s managing to strike the right spot inside you because all he can focus on is not coming despite the way you’re squeezing him so god damn tightly.

Your eyes close, only able to concentrate on the bliss that he’s sending coursing through your body with each punch of his hips. You cry out a stutter of his name, feeling yourself tense up around him as you approach your peak. Even without a steady rhythm, the girth of his cock feels sinfully good as he continuously splits you open; you know without seeing him that he’s staring at the way your cunt swallows him with each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he chokes out, no doubt feeling the way you clench him tightly. “So hot, getting fucked like a pretty little — shit — whore out here.”

“JT,” your mewl joins his breathless grunts. “Don’t stop.”

Obedient, JT creates a semblance of an even rhythm, eyes squeezing shut tightly as he staves off his own impending release. “C- come for me — fuck — come for me, baby.”

The sound of him struggling to breathe, hanging onto his climax by a thread, has yours revving up, heated by the furious movement of your fingers against your clit. It only takes a few pumps to send him spiraling into a blinding orgasm, unable to hold on a second longer. The feeling of him spilling into you contracting your own, deep convulsions of your walls around him. You let out a scream, knees faltering as you collapse forward against the balcony. Vaguely, you’re aware of JT’s arms wrapping around your middle, his hips pressed snug against your ass as he slumps forward against you.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, panting against your back. “I swear to god I blacked out just now.”

You can only hum in response, a small whimper as the aftershocks continue to pulse through you. JT’s dick is softening, but only slightly, when he pushes his hips forward weakly.

“JT,” you groan, overstimulated and buzzing from your orgasm, “I’m gonna pass out if you make me come again.”

“What a stat that’d be for my resume,” he jokes, slipping out of your heat. “I’ll spare you and save it for later, once my dick recovers from whatever that was. Jesus, babe.”

Weakly, you squeal when his arms dip behind your knees to scoop you up. He carries you to the bedroom, dropping you ceremoniously on the bed with a grin. Settling between your legs, he leans forward to press a kiss against your lips that’s still remnant of the scorching touch from earlier.

“What d’you say we order In N’ Out on UberEats and I eat you out while we wait?”

And how can you say no to that?

Always the ever-doting boyfriend, he keeps his word. It’s on shaky legs and with a blissful expression on your face that you answer the door in his button-up, accepting your order with a smile.

While it may not be a five-star restaurant on the beach in Malibu, eating delivery In N’ Out naked in bed with your boyfriend is a damn close second. The meal takes the cake for #1 when he slides into you not long after, able to take his time and worship you the way he wants to now that your hunger — in multiple senses of the word — has been satiated.

And, four days later when he posts a vacation photo dump on Instagram, the first photo in the thread is the one of you against the railing, with your back against the camera, a beautiful California sunset in the background. Your dress is perfectly pink, no stain detectable.

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Tagging: @fallinallincurls @corneliaskates @suitandtys @jostystyles Thanks for the support and mutual thirsting, friends 😘

#jt compher fic #jt compher blurb #jt compher imagine #jt compher smut #jt compher x reader #jt compher x y/n #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey blurb

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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I am so proud of the Avs 😭

I would love for you to write number 10 from the fluff prompt list “I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.” with JT Compher please! 💛

LOVE YOU

TAYLOR’s AVS NIGHT!

10. "i don't know if you know this but, i love you." (from this prompt list)

you and jt were relatively new. you had been friends for years but only been going out for about 2 months, so when you started dating, it probably wasn't the best time of year.

he was in his head a lot and was working hard and pushing himself every step of the way. each game passed and it was growing clearer that the avalanche was going to the finals.

this was your first year as a wag, so getting the jacket and all the other merch made with his last name on the back felt like a dream.

you were in tampa for game 6 and had flown in with jt's family. the clock ticked down, and by the 3rd period, the score was 2-1. every time the puck got even close to the net, you let your heart pick up.

when the clock got down to 0, you jumped up from your seat and screamed before pulling his sisters into a hug.

you made your way down to the ice after they accepted the cup and each got their chance to lap around the ice with it and let his family greet him first.

they all hugged him and congratulated him before he finally spotted you, standing off to the side. he skated over to you so fast he almost knocked you over when he hugged you.

you held onto him tight so you wouldn't fall over, "i don't know if you know this but, i love you." he whispered into your ear.

"i know." you nodded, "and i love you, too." you pulled away so you could kiss him.

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tonyspep · 6 months

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hi! it’s your winter fic exchange anon here! :)

i wanted to touch base with you before i begin writing!

1. Do you have a particular player you'd like me to write about from your list, or are you open to any of them? Is there one player you're particularly interested in at the moment? Here’s your list of players as a refresher (Erik Johnson, Tyson Jost, JT Compher, Nathan Mackinnon, Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner, Tyler Seguin)

2. You mentioned that you’re interested in fluff, smut (18+ only), alternate universe, reader insert or oc. I'd love to know if you have a particular preference for any of these six options. If you're interested in an alternate universe, is there a specific one that you'd enjoy?

3. What pronouns do you prefer for the fic?

4. Would you prefer your fic to have a holiday theme or not?

5. Are there any topics that you prefer NOT to be in your fic?

6. Is there anything I didn't ask about that you think is important for me to know?

i’m so so so excited to write for you and i can’t wait to see your answers!!

Hi!!! This is so cool!!! I'm so happy that you're excited to write for me!!! I can't wait to start my own fic and to read the one you're writing for me. I know I'll love it. The player I would like you to write for is Auston Matthews. The fic can totally have a holiday theme and if you can write it as friends to lovers, that would be great. The pronouns you can use are she/her and if you want to do it with an original character that's fine, but a reader insert works, too. However it flows for you, I'll be fine with either one.

Thank you so much for reaching out and for writing this fic for me!!! Have a wonderful holiday season 💚🤍❤️💙🩷💗💓💘💕🎄🌲🎁🎅

#winter fic exchange #hockey rpf #fanfiction #how do you say 💌 💘 💝 💖 💗 💓 💌 💘 💝 💖 💗 💓 out loud #nice things #text post<3 #writing

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landeguin · 2 years

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"Babe?" You called out softly, looking for your partner, but worried to wake the babe.

You knew that your footsteps were probably enough to wake the rambunctious little bundles, but were hopeful that wouldn't be the case tonight.

Ever since JT came home with the two puppies your worlds had been a bit more scurried, but it was so far, worth it.

There was something so comforting about coming home and seeing the three of them sprawled out on the floor, giggles and little puppy noises filling the house.

And then, when JT was on the road, you would have the pups all to yourself. You would snuggle, play, and have the best of times with the little fluffs.

Now though, there was entirely too much silence and you were slightly concerned. Silence with those three did not mean anything safe or clean.

When you got to the living room though, your mouth curved into a smile as you looked at the sight.

JT was curled up on the sofa, both puppies nustled on his chest, faces burrowed into his neck as the three of them hummed and snored in their sleeps. You couldn't help but want to join the mosh pit of cuddles, but didn't want to wake them, either. As soon as they were up, they would be up, and no naps would be happening any time soon.

So with a sigh, you took in the sight and ran a hand over your face, just soaking in the sight. Your three little love pups. There they were.

#shameless fluff #jt compher #drabble #apparently i'm into drabbles #soft drabbles #hockey imagine #hockey drabble #genderfluid oc #hockey fic #here i am again #being self indulgent. puppies. lots of puppies.#i cant help myself. iknow its nothing fancy #but it lives in my head

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comphersjost · 3 years

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Since yah girl is broken rn (I tripped fell & broke my ankle) who would be the best at trying to cheer u up or take care of you / keep you company??

omg no baby im sorry :((

imo for sure josty and maybe cale, and jt!!

tyson hadn’t so much as called before he came sweeping into your apartment, a take-out bags clutched in his one hand and your spare key in the other. behind him trails cale, holding another bag of takeout and a cup of coffee with a logo you recognize as your favorite place down the street, and jt awkwardly holding a bouquet of flowers in the palm of your hand.

you’re tucked in the corner of the the L-shaped couch in your living room, swollen ankle hoisted on to a stack of pillows at your doctor’s instruction. your ankle is covered in a cast, a faint throbbing feeling muted thanks to the pain medication you were prescribed.

“you know if you didn’t have thai food i would have murdered you.”

jt snorts as tyson ignores you as he and cale place the bags down, heading to the kitchen for plates.

“he made me pick up these flowers on the way too so you wouldn’t murder him,” he retorts, waving them around vaguely.

you snort at his words and direct him to just place them in the kitchen for now, before stretching your arm and reaching until you could snag the handle of one of the bags.

“jesus, be careful,” cale chides you, jumping to grab the bag and hand it to you before you stretched too far and fell off the couch.

“im fine,” you insist, frowning at the idea of the boys thinking you couldn’t do anything for yourself.

“i know you are,” he reassures, “but you can’t go being reckless on a broken ankle okay?”

you make a face and don’t answer, focusing instead on tyson and jt, who had returned with a stack of plates and silverware. soon, the food is spread over your coffee table in a family-style manner. jt and cale sit to your left, while tyson sits at end of your feet.

despite your protests, tyson doesn’t let you move to put food for yourself, insisting that you stay where you are and tell him what you want. though tyson doesn’t argue with you - he knows how it feels to feel useless and want to keep doing things for yourself - he simply said that he was going to make your plate for you. cale and jt do most of the arguing for him, insisting for you to let them take care of you.

eventually, you begrudgingly agree, watching as he scoops a little from each box of food and hands it to you. jt helps himself to your remote and turns on netflix, picking a random sitcom and playing it. you’re completely zoned out as you eat; you can’t help but feel grateful for them, and a little guilty for your attitude.

“thanks,” you say quietly, eyes downcast and focused on your plate, drawing their attention. you look up when tyson’s hand lands on your uninjured ankle, squeezing reassuringly.

“’course,” cale says, beside you, “you know we got your back.”

jt hums in agreement and you give them both a soft smile before turning back to tyson. he smiles at you.

“let us take care of you.”

you hear the underlying meaning.

let me take care of you.

you do.

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ryangravytrain · 3 years

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63&73

Any Avs pairing if you’re down for it!

Ohhhhh boy freedom!!! Gotta go with the classic JT/Josty for this one 😉

63: everyone knows/assumed are dating

73: stranded due to inclement weather

Alrighty so JT and josty are obviously pretty close. They live together, drive to the rink together, they refer to each other as babe. Normal stuff like that.

So maybe a rookie asks jt if he has anyone at home, relationship wise, and jt just blinks and goes “I got josty” which makes the whole locker room go “okay they’re together, cool”

And that whole thing starts gabe on his, gotta be a good captain, journey which means shovel talks to both jt and josty who don’t really know why their captain is threatening them. But even then they cuddle and stuff at events and team bonding nights so no one questions it.

Meanwhile this whole time they claim to be besties and just besties. One day they go to leave for practice only to learn that there was a blizzard during the night and they can’t leave the house. So they settle in BUT! The power goes out so they have to cuddle for warmth. While their cuddling jt asks josty what he wants in a partner and josty just describes jt without realizing and jt does the same but with josty.

They call kerfy cause they miss him and kerfy just tells them to leave him alone and go make out. They look at each other for a minute before josty takes Kerfys words to heart and kisses jt. And that’s how they get together.

When they announce it to the team no one reacts except for Cale cause he knew the whole time that they weren’t actually together. He didn’t say anything cause he knew gabe was proud at his inclusivity speeches

“Send me troupes to mash up!”

#colorado avalanche #hockey #hockey rpf #tyson jost #jt compher #anon stuff #my writing #fluff #didn’t know they were dating

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josthockeythings · 5 years

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Half of My Heart

JT catches feelings for his straight teammate Josty. They’re both have problems keeping their hands to themselves...

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Angst, Pining Homophobic Mention

Word Count: 10,428

JT is pacing in the living room. They’re going to be late if Tys doesn’t get here soon. Kerfy left a while ago, claiming he had shit to do and couldn’t wait. What the fuck is taking Josty so long? He looks at his watch again. Yup. They’re going to be late, and Emily is going to make fun of them. Then he hears a small whine; that couldn’t be Tys, could it?

He sighs and knocks on the door. “You good in there, bud?” The door is cracked so he pushes in. Tyson is standing in front of the mirror in his bathroom. He’s holding two suits up, his eyebrows bunched together.

“You good?” JT asks again.

Tyson turns to JT with the most pitiful look he’s ever seen. “I…” he trails off. He licks his lips and looks anywhere but JT’s face. “I don’t know which one goes.”

JT makes a face.

“What do you mean?”

Tyson shifts, rolling his shoulder awkwardly. “I… I just don’t know. Pick one, please!” He’s sighing and whining at the same time. JT sighs. He just has to help.

He points to the black one. “That one works best.”

Tyson gives a small smile. “Thanks.”

JT helps him into it. He turns the collar down, letting his fingers linger on Tyson’s skin a moment longer than he should.

“Looks good?” Tyson asks.

JT nods. “Perfect.”

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#rpf #jt compher #tyson jost #pining #angst #lots of fluff #lots of hurt #lots of sad #proceed at your own risk #josty #tys #jt

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senditcolton · 10 months

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hi!! for your cele-bakery could i request the blue salvia (i think of you) prompt with jt compher please?? congrats on 1k 🥳💗

ah, now it's time to bring out the slight trade angst (you know I had to do it at some point)

word count: 1.5k (do i know what a blurb is? evidently not)

You never liked thinking about endings. The last chapter of a good book. The closing song of an album you waited ages to hear. The final bite of a delicious meal. The end of summer.

Saying goodbye.

You knew endings were a part of life. They had to happen. But that didn’t mean you had to like or even accept them. Especially when their reality seemed to tear your reality apart.

Much like the phone call that you received from J.T. a few days ago.

Your best friend in Colorado, the person that you spent hours with and whose face was a mainstay in many of your favorite memories… was moving to Detroit.

You were happy for him, you really were. But it was hard to hear that he would soon be hundred of miles away from you.

If J.T. noticed how much the news hurt you to hear, he didn’t show it. He just carried on with the plans you had made for the summer, blissfully ignoring the fact that this might be the last summer the two of you spend together.

You didn’t know if you should hate him for it or thank him for it. Because the inevitable conclusion was something you knew you couldn’t ignore but one you didn’t want to experience.

That was the conflict buzzing around in your mind, even as you continued to follow the hiking trail, the sounds of nature and the beautiful views doing nothing to quiet your thoughts, J.T. trailing close behind you.

The hike was your idea, one of the lines on the summer bucket list that you and J.T. made in his apartment one winter night. It was supposed to be fun – that was the intention all those months ago. But it was just another distraction.

It was a beautiful distraction though. The red rocks reaching up, the wide blue sky, the rolling hills of grass, dotted with wildflowers. If all that came from today was heartbreak and regret, at least it would happen with a cinematic backdrop.

You rise over the final crest of the trail, reaching the summit of the outlook and after a few more steps, you settle down on the sun-heated rock and stare out across the landscape. You don’t turn when you hear J.T.’s steady footsteps on the rock behind you. You don’t even turn when you hear his voice dance along the breeze.

“It’s really beautiful up here.”

“I forgot that you never hiked Garden of the Gods,” you muse as you continue to look down at the valley below you.

“Glad you brought me out here,” J.T. says and you can feel him settle next to you on the rocky outlook.

“Thought I lost you back there for a moment.”

“Didn’t wait for me to catch up?” he asks, the lighthearted tone bringing a smile to your face as you finally look to him, your eyes connecting.

“You know I’d always wait for you, J,” you reply, your own voice soft, weighed down with all the unspoken things you wished you said earlier. J.T. simply returns your smile and you swear you see the same hurt reflected in his eyes.

“I know.”

The two of you stay there for a moment, silent, letting the only soundtrack to the moment be the wind through the trees. Your soft smile eventually turns into a smirk, ready to continue to ignore the eventual ending and focus on the now. Focus on the friendship that always made you happy.

“What were you doing back there, anyway? I would think the professional athlete would be sprinting ahead,” you joke, a slight laugh falling from your lips.

“Got distracted.”

“By what?”

You watch as J.T.’s cheeks turn a light pink. The logical – or maybe cynical – part of your mind tells you it’s most likely from the sun. His fair skin and ginger hair did not bode well for summer weather. But you slowly realize that you were mistaken as he lifts the hand furthest from you, bringing it into view.

And clasped in his fist is a small bouquet of wildflowers, plucked from the side of the trails and tied together with a long stalk of prairie grass.

“They made me think of you,” he explains, moving the flowers closer to you.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you take the bouquet from his hands, your mind spinning from his words.

“You’re welcome.”

There is another silence as the two of you look back out over the terrain, an odd tension now wiggling its way between you. It lasts for a few minutes and right as you think you can’t take another moment, J.T. speaks first.

“Okay, I know this is going to sound a little crazy,” he begins. “But promise that you’ll just hear me out. No matter what.”

The nerves wavering his voice are enough to call your full attention to him. And when you face him, meeting his eyes, the earnestness in his irises sends a shot straight through your heart.

“No matter what,” you reply.

“Okay.” He sighs deeply, looking away from you for a moment before reconnecting to your gaze.

“I like you. As more than a friend. When I signed with Detroit… I don’t know. I couldn’t fully understand what I was feeling. I was happy about the new start, about going to a team that wanted me, about getting closer to my family. But there was something that I felt like I was missing. Something I had here that I wouldn’t have in Detroit. And I realized it was you.”

His confession hits deep, causing your heartbeat to stutter and your breath to catch in your throat. You don’t say anything; you aren’t sure if you would even be able to. So, you just continue to look in his brown eyes, silently urging him to continue. Which he does.

“I don’t want to lose you. I know that we can be friends anywhere, that just because I move to a different state doesn’t mean the friendship is going to end. But I hated the thought of being so far away from you. And I guess a part of me was scared that maybe you’d forget about me.”

“I’d never forget about you J.T. You’re my best friend,” you say, gently interrupting him. Your words bring a soft smile to his face, the look in his eyes as sweet as his grin.

“And you’re mine. And I wouldn’t change anything about these last few years with you. And I would be happy to keep you as a friend if you don’t feel the same as me. I just wanted to tell you how I felt face-to-face.”

He lets the silence settle over the two of you, giving you time to fully process his words. It was more than you were expecting today. Granted, you weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting. A heartfelt goodbye. More of J.T. acting like nothing was wrong.

A love confession was not even in the realm of possibilities for you.

And yet… here he was. Telling you he wanted more. But now the question was: what did you want?

“I don’t want to lose you either J.T.,” you say, the words coming out of your mouth slowly, like the sap from the pine trees around you. “And I don’t know if that means I like you the way you like me or if it just means that I’m scared of losing my best friend but… I want to be with you. I want you to be a part of my life. Whatever that means.”

It is your turn to pause and let your words sink in. You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t any lingering fear. You believed him when he said he wanted to keep you in his life. But it was a lot to ask, especially concerning how many changes were coming. You hoped that he trusted you enough to wait for you. Across time and distance.

However, your fears were quickly silenced when you saw that grin break out on his face. The grin that you only saw directed towards you.

“You know I would always wait for you,” he replies, echoing your words from earlier, the light-hearted way he spoke them not diminishing the weight and truth behind them.

You laugh, letting the tension slip away along with the melancholy you felt about saying goodbye. It wasn’t a solution. The two of you still had to face many obstacles in the upcoming months. But you felt better knowing that your best friend wouldn’t abandon you that easily. Knowing that he would be fighting even harder to keep you in his life.

J.T. playfully nudges your shoulder, calling your attention back to him again.

“Can I at least take you on a date?” he asks, that grin still on his lips. “Dinner at my place?”

“Sure. But wouldn’t it just be like any of the other nights we ate at yours?”

“I’ll make it different.”

“Oh, are you going to try to woo me J?” you tease, letting your joy seep into your words.

“I picked you wildflowers. I think I’m doing pretty good in the wooing department.”

“Eh, I give you a B+.”

#1k cele bakery #nicole writes #jt compher fluff #jt compher blurb #detroit red wings blurb #(still feels weird)#nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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jostystyles · 2 years

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could you do # 16, 69, and 172 from the fluff prompts with jt compher?

a/n: look at him my uwu sexy ginger king husband. why does no one create content for him I hope I go down in hockeyblr history as starting the jt fic movement. anyways request more for him pls xoxo I hope y'all have baby fever!

blurb celly

word count: 831

warnings: swearing, fluff <#

"I don't think i've ever loved someone this much before" + "You always look beautiful" + "Marry me?"

Cleo Jade Compher made her entrance into the world in the wee hours of the night. It was now morning, and JT sat beside his girlfriend in the tiny hospital bed, both staring at the tiny little bundle in (Y/N)'s arms.

"I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before." JT said softly, as is not to wake his daughter. Beside him, (Y/N) scoffed jokingly.

"That hurts, J." She chirped. But really, she couldn't blame him. Cleo was simply perfect. Soft tufts of ginger hair to match her fathers peeked out from under the hat she was sporting, her nose identical to (Y/N)'s, and the shade of her eyes was a deep brown just like JT's. She was a perfect blend of her parents.

And while she was indeed unexpected, that didn't mean she was loved any less. (Y/N) and JT had been together for almost 4 years, so it wasn't anything they hadn't talked about doing. But from the moment JT found out that he was going to be a dad, his whole world changed.

"I just can't believe she's here. She's so perfect. And tiny. I'm never leaving her out of my site. And she's not allowed around any boys until she's 30. We're sending her to an all girls school." JT said sternly.

"Oh my god. What if she decides she's into girls though?" (Y/N) retorted.

"We're homeschooling her."

(Y/N) burst into a fit of giggles, leaning over to kiss her boyfriend's cheek. "And here you said you'd never be an overprotective dad."

"Yeah, well all that changed when I held her the first time." He replied, turning to look at (Y/N).

She had never looked more beautiful in his eyes. She was looking at him too, eyes bleary and sporting bags under them, and her hair was thrown into a loose ponytail and astrew, and she was still a little red faced and sweaty. But she was so beautiful to him.

"You're beautiful." He told her.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes in response. "Yeah, ok. I literally just pushed 8 pounds of human out of my body, sweat half my weight and look like I just fought with a bear. Sure, I'm beautiful."

"You always look beautiful. And especially now. You just literally brought a live being into the world. If that's not beautiful I don't know what is." JT said, the hand that was wrapped around her rubbing circles on her arm.

(Y/N) moved slightly to rest her head on his broad shoulder, feeling her cheeks run hot.

"You sap. If only the world knew you weren't really an emotionless beast like you lead them to believe."

JT's chest shook with laughter. "Emotionless beast? Wow babe, sick burn."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds to be heard being the soft whir of the ceiling fan and the tiny sounds coming from Cleo as she slept.

As JT sat admiring his newborn, he reflected on how content he was in life. He had an astonishing career, played for an elite team that was full of a bunch of really great guys. He was close with his family, and now he finally had one of his own. But something was missing.

"Marry me?" he spoke into the silence, directed at his girlfriend.

(Y/N)'s head shot up, looking at the man next to her, eyebrows raised in shock.

"What?" she said.

"I said, marry me?" JT repeated. "I don't have the ring though, it's at home. I just thought this seemed like the perfect moment to ask."

(Y/N) would agree to disagree, but she wasn't gonna say that. "You have a ring, J?" she spoke.

"Yeah." he replied matter of factly. "Have had it for about a year now. I was planning on proposing but then we found out about CJ, and then I didn't want you to think I was marrying you just because I knocked you up. So I decided to wait. But I don't want to wait any longer."

(Y/N) felt her heart swell. That was the most JT response ever. "Yes. Of course I will marry you." She uttered softly, as she leaned forward and met him for a kiss. It was short and sweet, but was full of love.

As they broke apart, they looked down to meet the wide brown eyes of their daughter.

"D'ya hear that CJ? Mommy's gonna marry daddy!" JT cooed, stroking her soft cheek with his finger.

(Y/N) smiled at the antics of her boyfriend. Well, fiancé now. As JT continued to baby talk with Cleo, she couldn't help but smile fondly. From the moment she told him she was pregnant, teary eyed and fearful, she knew he was going to be an amazing dad by the way he reassured her that it was going to be ok.

And now, as they sat as a family, she couldn't be happier.

#emmie writes #jt compher #jt compher blurb #jt compher imagine #jt compher x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #if you catch the tuck and sabrina reference im kissing you on the mouth

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laurenairay · 2 years

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watermelon sugar high - JT Compher

Summary: after three years together, it’s finally your turn – the day of your wedding to JT Compher.

Word Count: 4.5 words

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, kissing, wedding day, anxiety

A/N: we made it! The end of this little story series – I sincerely hope you’ve all enjoyed reading these as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them! I’d love to know your thoughts 💛

Third, and final, part in the watermelon sugar series, sequel to breathe me in, breathe me out and strawberries on a summer evening.

Tagging: @fallinallincurls @suitandtys @sorryjustafangirl @jostystyles @starshine-hockey-girl @xsyntheticsensation @senditcolton @hockeylvr59 @corneliaskates @tysojost

*"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." – Dr. Seuss

Sometimes it can be scary how fast time flies.

The longer you dated JT, the more romantic he became. It was all the little things – he brought you flowers every time he saw you, he started keeping your favourite tea in his kitchen for when you stayed overnight, he always gave you little kisses in passing, he never failed to hold your hand whenever the two of you were out in public, and he spent ages shopping for the perfect Christmas decorations that first Christmas together. And those things were only the tip of the iceberg. He only grew softer, sweeter, sappier when you moved in with him too, two years into your relationship. This was your JT, the sweet gentleman; it was a side of him he never let show in public, and you got to be the person to see the real him, more and more each day.

Before you knew it, three years had passed since that fateful summer, reuniting with JT after so long, starting up that change from childhood friends to more, and you couldn’t imagine your life without him. Not that you would have to, with JT proposing only three months after you’d moved in with him a year ago.

You hadn’t thought much of the walk JT had invited you on one Sunday morning through your old Northbrook neighbourhood, the two of you just talking softly in the early morning quiet, hand-in-hand, until you reached a clearing in the local park with dozens of bouquets of flowers. Before you’d even been able to ask him what the hell, JT had dropped down on one knee and pulled out a ring that still made your stomach fill with butterflies – there was no way you were going to say no.

(and when Jesse and Morgan had both appeared from behind trees, one filming and one snapping photos, you knew they’d played a big part in the planning, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest).

So much of JT’s season had been filled with the wedding planning, both of his sisters and your moms more than willing to help out while JT was off on roadtrips, and somehow within all the chaos and all the differing opinions (and with JT chiming in over facetime), you’d manage to figure out a wedding that would be perfect for the two of you.

Finally though, the time had come for you to marry JT, to become his wife. And you couldn’t wait. This was a day you’d dreamed about since you were a little kid – innocent fantasies then, but now it was the reality that you were giddy to be able to live.

The venue you’d chosen was an all-in-one ceremony and reception site – the ceremony was going to outside in the middle of a beautiful gardens, full of wildflowers and trees lining the outside of the clearing, with the reception hall in a giant converted barn complex, with multiple rooms for changing and food storage & preparation. It was intimate and rustic and stunning, and the moment that the two of you had seen it (because it was actually one that JT had been able to go with in person), you’d fallen in love. And by the look on JT’s face, you knew that he felt the same way. You were getting ready in the largest room right at the back with all your bridesmaids, far away from all the final decorations, and even when people started arriving they wouldn’t be able to see you. It was perfect, for the both of you, and you knew the photos would preserve the memories of your special day exactly how you’d envisioned it.

Waking up early for the hair and make-up stylists was no more fun as a bride than all the times you’d done it as a bridesmaid, but at least this time you weren’t the one running around to make sure things were ready – you left that to your mom and your bridesmaids (JT had claimed Jesse as his best ‘man’ so you’d quickly claimed Morgan as your sane bridesmaid, which she was living up to with tissues and glasses of water). All through getting ready, the light breakfast, the jewellery, sliding into your gorgeous wedding dress, you could hear the photographer snapping photos but it was something you were trying to let fade into the background, just trying to enjoy the peaceful time you had while it lasted. This was something you were only going to experience once (hopefully?) and the only thing you wanted to do was live in the moment, to make the memories rather than let everything pass in a blur.

The one thing that JT had specifically asked for was a moment just for the two of you before the ceremony. Not a first look – no, he wanted to be surprised – but a moment where everyone else left the room so he could hold your hand.

He really had become such a romantic.

When that time came, when your group of people filed out of the room, murmuring their coos of encouragement to JT, you couldn’t help but smile as you heard JT breathe out shakily, the door open less than a foot, just enough for JT’s hand to slip through. You knew he was standing with his back to the door, to not risk seeing you, so you did the same, clasping your hand in his in the ever-familiar motion. The moment that his hand squeezed yours, you felt tension leaving your body that you hadn’t even realised was there.

And with a final click of a camera before the photographer slipped out of the room too, the two of you were finally alone.

“Hey JT,” you murmured.

“God it’s good to hear your voice,” JT groaned.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the desperation in his words, imaging the exasperated look on his face.

“We’ve only been apart for one night, it can’t be that bad,” you giggled.

“I’ve had Jesse and Josty competing all morning to take my mind off how nervous I am,” he said dryly.

What an image – you knew he’d gotten ready in his parent’s home that morning, travelling all together to this venue when they were all ready, and you could only imagine the chaos. There was something that caught your notice though.

“You’re nervous?” you asked, frowning slightly.

“Not nervous to marry you, not that,” he said quickly, “I’m nervous that I’ll do something stupid, like trip over my own feet, or tread on your dress, or forget my words, or just, I don’t know, make an ass out of myself and ruin the day.”

One of the things you loved most about JT was his emotional honesty – drunk or sober, he always told you what was going on in his head and you were so grateful for it. Not just because it was hard to read him sometimes, but because it meant that he wasn’t bottling things up inside. Even if he did worry way too much.

“There’s not a single thing you could do to ruin today. We’re getting married, baby. There’s nothing to be nervous about at all,” you said firmly.

“You called me baby.”

There he was. The happiness in his voice sent butterflies soaring through your stomach, and you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your lips. He really was so sweet.

“I’ll get to call you baby for the rest of our lives now,” you teased.

The happy noise he made only made you laugh softly in return.

“I can’t wait,” JT said softly, “are you ready to be Mrs Compher then?”

As if that wasn’t the one thing you’d wanted for years.

“I’m ready. Let’s do this,” you nodded.

“Let’s do this,” he echoed, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I would kiss your hand but that would bend your arm in a weird angle and I’m not sure these pants are squat proof.”

The very thought of him splitting the ass of his wedding suit just to be able to bend down enough to kiss your hand had you busting out in laughter, JT laughing as well, taking the final fizzle of nerves away.

“Rain check?” you offered, still laughing.

“Rain check. I love you,” he said.

“I love you too. Now get out of here so I can meet you at the end of the aisle,” you mused.

JT squeezed your hand again, knocking twice on the door in goodbye before letting go. You clenched your fist briefly, clinging onto the phantom feeling of his hand in yours, before trying to compose yourself as you heard footsteps approaching. The whirlwind of last-minute preparations continued, giving JT enough time to get to the ceremony venue outside, enough time for another round of hugging and almost-tears before it was your time too. Your mom shuffled off to get your dad, ready to walk you down the aisle, and your bridesmaids all lined up in the order you’d discussed, although Morgan stepped up next to you and rested a hand on your forearm.

“I’m so glad you’re going to be my sister,” Morgan said, smiling widely, “my brother is a lucky man.”

It was all you could do to choke out a laugh, hugging her tightly in turn, trying not to cry all over again.

The ceremony setting outside was stunning. The clearing in the trees on the venue grounds was lined with all colours of wildflowers, complementing the olive green of the bridesmaids’ dresses perfectly, with white chairs laid out for the multitude of guests, the mix of rustic nature and wedding blending perfectly just liked you’d hoped. You saw your wedding planner signal to one of the venue staff, and the sound of the wedding march started immediately, making your stomach fill with butterflies, even more so as everybody stood up from their seats.

Here goes nothing.

At the end of the aisle stood your bridesmaids, the groomsmen, and most importantly, JT. He was framed by a beautiful wooden arch that his dad Bob had made as a surprise for the two of you, more of the wildflowers threaded through it, and to be honest you didn’t think you’d ever seen anything looking better.

The tears JT wiped away from his cheeks were just the icing on the cake.

You paused only briefly to pass your small bouquet to a bridesmaid, Morgan straightening your dress out behind you, before you stepped those final steps towards your soon-to-be husband, the smile on his face as wide as you knew yours was.

“Hey,” you murmured.

“Hey,” he said, laughing softly.

You were ready.

The officiant started his speech, welcoming everyone to your wedding, but all you could focus on was JT’s smiling face, both of his hands holding yours, full of so much love. Time stretched out into a blur, everything feeling like a floating magical dream, until Jesse stepped forward with the rings. You knew you were smiling like an idiot as you exchanged I Do’s and slid the rings onto each other’s fingers, but you didn’t care. He was yours, and you were his, and nothing else mattered.

“I now pronounce you as married in the eyes of the law in the state of Illinois! You may now kiss your bride.”

The grin JT shot you made you laugh, and you wasted no time in clutching at his lapels as he pressed a soft slow kiss to your lips, one of his hands cupping your face with the other resting on your waist. Cheers and applause and whoops filled the air, JT slowing the kiss down to a few pecks before pulling away, the sappiest look on his face.

“Wanna get out of here for a moment?” he murmured.

“Hell yes,” you laughed, taking his hand and threading your fingers together.

As you took your bouquet back from your bridesmaid, you murmured to her that you just needed a moment, to have a breather alone with your husband (husband!) and to change out of your heels, and she promised to let everyone know, letting you focus on enjoying walking back down the aisle, flowers in one hand and JT in the others, that giddy rush hitting you harder than it ever had before.

You were married.

JT Compher was finally your husband and you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot. And why should you stop? You were so unbelievably irrevocably happy, so much so that you felt like you were about to explode, JT’s hand in yours being the only anchor. He led you into the room you’d gotten ready in that morning, and the moment that he closed the door behind the two of you, he let out a laugh of disbelief.

“Did that really just happen? Did we really just get married?” he grinned.

“Fuck yeah baby, you put a ring on it,” you teased, holding up your left hand to display the beautiful wedding band.

“Baby,” he cooed, sliding his arms around your waist, you sliding yours around his neck, “I get to call you mine for the rest of my life. I like the sound of that.”

And with that, he pressed another soft kiss to your lips, barely grazing his tongue over your bottom lip before he broke the embrace.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” he asked softly.

He thought you were beautiful?

“Not even once,” you fake-pouted, trying to ignore your racing heart.

“Well I’m going to have to make up for that, aren’t I?”

A kiss to your neck. You’re beautiful. A kiss behind your ear. You’re beautiful. A kiss to your cheek. You’re beautiful. A kiss to your lips. You’re beautiful. Over and over and over again he murmured those sweet words between kisses until you couldn’t take it anymore. You took his lips in a firm kiss, tangling a hand in his hair to keep him in place, earning a soft laugh from your husband before he returned the kiss eagerly, JT sliding his tongue against yours in an instant.

That was more like it.

You lost yourself in his kisses, your blood swirling heatedly through your body, even more so as JT backed you against the wall, his hands like a hot brand even through your dress. And to think, this man was yours for life. Whew.

“Baby, everyone’s waiting on us,” you said with a groan, breaking the kiss reluctantly.

“They can wait,” JT muttered, pressing wet kisses down your neck, making you moan softly.

As much as you’d rather stay alone with him right now…

“Baby, we gotta, come on,” you giggled.

JT nipped your neck, making you gasp before batting at his shoulder, and he just laughed before nodding reluctantly.

“Baby,” he grinned, “Alright, I guess we should go say hi to our guests.”

“And take official photos, and eat, and dance, and actually sit down,” you added.

“And then we can have some alone time,” he smirked.

The dark heated look in his eyes made you shiver and bat at his shoulder again with a laugh, JT letting you out of his arms. If you started thinking about how excited you were for your wedding night, then you knew you wouldn’t be leaving this room any time soon. There were some things that your elderly relatives didn’t need to know. JT sat down next to you as you quickly topped up your lipstick and changed out of your heels into sneakers that your brother had customised for you, Mrs Compher, his eyes lighting up like it hadn’t really sunk in yet. To be honest, it hadn’t really sunk in for you yet either, that you were really actually finally married, that you were JT’s wife, that you were starting this new chapter together – but those were things you didn’t have to think about right now. All of that could come later, because right now all you wanted to do was head back out to your family and friends, and have some fun.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

You’d already asked for photos to be taken in as many combinations as possible, wanting a ton of just yourself and JT (and you couldn’t wait to display them in your home because you knew they were going to turn out amazing), as well as both of your families and your wedding parties. You wanted to remember this day for the rest of your life, to capture every detail as much as possible, and you knew JT felt the same way.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t getting a little grumpy by the time that it was time to head in for the reception.

“JT’s looking a little hangry – do you want me to sneak him a snack?”

Jesse’s whisper made you giggle, glad you weren’t the only one who noticed. “Absolutely – I’ll flag down a waiter to get us drinks too.”

“Teamwork! 1, 2, 3, break!” Jesse grinned.

JT looked over his shoulder from where he was standing with his mom, frowning at Jesse’s whoop.

“I don’t want to know, do I?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“I promise it’s nothing bad?” you said, smiling innocently.

JT snorted, but rolled his eyes fondly. “I suppose I just signed up for you conspiring with my sisters for the rest of my life.”

Hearing him say that, for the rest of my life, wasn’t going to get old any time soon, you knew that much by the way it made your heart beat just that little bit faster.

“That’s the spirit baby,” you grinned.

You watched a happy glint pass over his eyes briefly, making you smile to yourself as he seemed to settle into himself a little more. Baby. You loved how much he loved that.

“They’re ready for your entrance now!”

Snapping out of your thoughts at your wedding planner’s words, you took the hand that JT held out to you with a smile, that giddy buzz filling your body again. He tilted his head towards the door in a silent question, ready?, and you smiled even wider, nodding. You were more than ready.

“I give you, Mr and Mrs Compher!”

The double doors of the venue hall opened, and you were immediately hit with a wave of cheers and whistles and applause and whoop’s, JT grinning widely and proudly down at you before he squeezed your hand. You squeezed his back, grin just as wide on your own face, and with that, the two of you walked into the packed room. There were strings of fairy lights everywhere, just as you’d asked, with clean white tablecloths on every table, rustic wood centerpieces with more of the bright wildflowers from outside decorating as far as your eyes could see. It was exactly how you’d envisioned, exactly what you’d hoped for, and you couldn’t stop the tears that stung at your eyes.

“Shit, it’s perfect,” JT murmured, eyes wide as he took in the room.

Good to know he felt the same as you did. By the time the two of you were sitting at the table at the other end of the room, Jesse had snuck a little bundle of snacks onto JT’s plate, the waiter that you’d nodded to having brought over a glass of prosecco each already too. Teamwork indeed.

“This feels surreal,” JT said softly, voice full of disbelief.

It really, really did. But it was your reality, your dream that you’d built together, and you were going to savour it while it lasted. “Better believe it baby. This is all for us,” you grinned.

“Cheers to that,” JT laughed, lifting his glass in salute.

First came the speeches – JT went first, making your eyes fill with happy tears as he openly declared his love for you in front of all the most important people in your lives, saying how lucky he was to finally be your husband. Then came your dad, as father of the bride, who had everyone in sappy tears, welcoming JT to your family officially, asking him to take care of his little girl. And then came Jesse, as best ‘man’, who had everyone in tears of laughter with embarrassing stories of JT, as well as a few of you too.

“Before I finish up and let JT’s flaming cheeks cool down, I’ll tell you one last story. On JT’s cup day back in summer 2022, my new sister came along even though she wasn’t sure she should, seeing as they’d only been on three actual dates by that point. But I told her, as did everyone else that day, that JT was smitten and that she was already family, so she belonged as much as the rest of us did. But it was on the way home that night that I knew they were going to last. JT was sloppy drunken mess, as we all know-”

Your husband’s face scrunched up in a sarcastic thanks, Jesse just beaming at him.

“-and he basically had to be poured into the taxi by the two of us. And then, she called him baby…and you should’ve seen his face. It was like he’d seen the moon and the stars and the sun all at once. The love on his face, so open and so pure, was like nothing I’d ever seen him show before, and it was then that I knew for sure that I’d get to call her my sister one day.”

Oh god. Oh wow, that was when she knew? That sweet little passing drunken moment? You heard JT let out a soft laugh next to you, a little wet like he had tears in his eyes, and just a glance over at him showed you that he was indeed more than a little emotional. That day had been so early in your relationship, before he’d even asked you to be his girlfriend, before you’d even moved to Denver to be with him for good, and that’s when she knew?

“Clearly I was right, because here we are. Everyone knew long before they even did, how perfect they are for each other, and I’m honoured to be able to welcome you officially to our family. So everyone raise your glasses, and let’s toast to the new Mr and Mrs Compher! Cheers!”

You took a big mouthful of your own drink as your guests drank too, applause immediately filling the room while tears filled your eyes all over again. JT glanced at you, smiling widely, before he stood up to pull his sister into a firm hug, both of them holding on for a little longer than usual, before Jesse let go of him to pull you into a hug too.

“Thank you, so much,” you murmured to her.

“No, thank you. For bring out the best in him, always,” she murmured back.

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to compose yourself, Jesse just grinning as she stepped away to move back to her own seat. JT saw the storm of emotions on your face as you sat back down, and slid his hand into yours with a word, squeezing that silent show of affection he always did.

“Everything okay?” he murmured.

“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed. That was…whew, that was all so much,” you admitted, “in a good way though.”

“As long as it’s all in a good way,” he nodded, eyes serious.

Your sweet overprotective man. It was all you could do to lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips, pouring all your emotions into the embrace, JT just sighing happily as he raised a hand to cup your face. Just a slow, soft, sweet kiss, but it was everything you needed to steady yourself, and when you felt a little less shaky you pulled away, JT just smiling at you. You knew you were smiling like an idiot back at him, but you couldn’t help it. This happiness, this genuine unparalleled joy, was unlike anything you’d ever felt, and you wanted to savour it.

The rest of the evening was smooth riding from there on it. All the food courses were brought out, JT making sure you ate between talking with guests, as well as mason jars being brought around with your favourite cocktails in, polaroid cameras at every table to capture those candid moments, and so so many sweet little kisses with JT. It was perfect. So undeniably perfect. There was just one thing left to do – to open up the dancefloor.

“Here with their first dance, let’s hear it for the bride and groom!”

You grinned up at JT as he led you to the middle of the dancefloor, resting one hand on your waist then clasping the other with one of yours up by your shoulders, you just resting your free hand on his chest. He’d been worried about looking like a fool in the first dance, seeing as it wasn’t something he usually did in public, so the two of you had actually practiced swaying together in a little two-step in your kitchen a few times, just to ease him into the motions of it all. It was those kinds of sweet little moments that let you know you were right in choosing him to spend the rest of your life with, and to be honest, you couldn’t wait to get started.

“Stars shining bright above you, Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you", Birds singing in a sycamore tree, Dream a little dream of me. Say nighty night and kiss me, Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me, While I'm alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me.”

As Ella Fitzgerald’s voice filled the room, you lost yourself in the feeling of JT’s arms, his eyes locked with yours like he didn’t want to miss a moment of it either. This moment, this was the one you wanted to remember the most, this little pocket of time that was just yours. Nothing would ever match up to this, ever, and you could only hope he felt the same.

“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you, But in your dreams whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me.”

Cheers and applause filled the room as the song faded to a finish, JT capturing your lips in a soft kiss that left your heart racing, whoops and catcalls adding themselves to the chorus around you too. JT broke the kiss with a laugh, shaking his head fondly at his teammates, before looking back down at you.

“I love you, Mrs Compher, so much,” he murmured, eyes shining as he said your new name.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, smile spreading across your lips.

JT just kissed you slowly again, hand cupping your face, his tongue lightly brushing along your bottom lip briefly before he pulled away once more. There would be more time to explore that later, to explore his body all over again to start this new chapter of yours lives together, when the two of you eventually retreated to your hotel room. But for now, you just looked up at his smiling face full of adoration and let him sway you from side to side amongst the other couples who’d joined you. For now, this was all you needed, just him. And it was everything.

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